Falascant @potato
There is a place where one goes to learn...

There’s a Library by Izuku’s school. It’s a good place to find information, but not for things staying quiet. In all honesty, that’s all he really needs - the information.

Izuku knows that sooner or later, this will come to light - either for or against him. Either from someone’s quirk in the future, or someone else who was in the right place at the wrong time, or the actual killer come forth to frame him, someone will reveal this as it is. Izuku just hopes that the person who will reveal this to the light will be him. 

The library is small, relatively quiet, and has more access to databases than he thinks he can safely search on a home computer. The computers themselves are behind the rows of bookshelves, sat on the far end of the library from the librarian, where it’s hard to see what happens. Not exactly the smartest decision on the library’s end, but it works perfectly fine for Izuku. 

The library is small, relatively quiet, and has more access to databases than he thinks he can safely search on a home computer. The computers themselves are behind the rows of bookshelves, sat on the far end of the library from the librarian, where it’s hard to see what happens. Not exactly the smartest decision on the library’s end, but it works perfectly fine for Izuku. 

Not the smartest, but then again, when has anyone been smart about people like him anyways? If only they were smarter about this, then Izuku wouldn’t be here. If only, but the fact is that they didn’t, and thus Izuku is here, in a library, searching for government information as opposed to anywhere else. 

Izuku, in all honesty, did not expect to find anything here, but if there was a chance that he could. If only… if only, the possibility of it in and of itself was good enough for Izuku to chance it. Izuku had expected for people to be smarter than this, but the evidence proves otherwise, and Izuku had always been a little on the idealistic side. If being idealistic meant getting what he needed, and oh how desperately did he need this, then Izuku was fine with being idealistic.

In between the dust and the books, the musty air of the back rows, Izuku sits at a computer, looking at information best left for looking into back at his house. His house. Dear lord, when did Izuku stop thinking of that place as home? When did he… best not go down that path just yet. Izuku will go back to eat dinner at the end of each and every day, so it’s perfectly fine. He’ll return, he will. Izuku always returns for dinner. Afterall, he’s needed there, at home, for dinner. 

Izuku walks along the shelves, pulling down books and flipping through them, looking for information, any information at all, really. Anything that can explain what happened, anything that can explain that he’s not the killer. He was there, sure, but he didn’t do anything wrong - he didn’t do it. But he doesn’t have any proof. Does he?

The only proof he could have is the fact that he was the one to take the photo, that his camera, as much as Izuku loves the thing, has no ability to do timed photos. Except - except Izuku was, is, alone, that there was nobody else to witness this. Nobody at all except for himself. If there was, wouldn’t they have stepped forward and said something by now? Izuku likes to think that that is what would have happened if someone had seen it. That someone else would have put their truth forward when they have the chance. 

Izuku can only hope for the best. And frankly? This might be the best outcome for him, to have been alone that day, for nobody else to have seen, have known what happened. Nobody else can say for certain what Izuku has done except himself and the killer. 

Izuku is the only one who has the evidence, the one who calls all the shots, the one who holds the cards. He knows what to do, where to go. He knows… he knows and that dooms him. He knows that everything points to him in the end. 

In the back end of the library, Izuku pulls out the picture to stare at it in confusion, stare at it in anger. Why him of all people, why that day, why that alleyway? Why, why, why. Izuku doesn’t even know how, let alone why. He can’t explain anything, not even to himself. He can’t ever explain anything these days. In the dust of the air, the books, the knowledge that is there in the library, Izuku stares into something and yet nothing at all. He’s surrounded by information, but he doesn’t know anything at all. Lost and confused amongst the papers, Izuku looks for something, anything. A desperate child clinging to the fact that they did nothing wrong. 

Izuku knows that he is doing something wrong, simply by not turning in that photo, reporting the evidence that he has and telling the truth. Izuku wants to tell the truth… but would anyone believe him? A quirkless kid with nothing to offer but evidence of the fact that he did, in fact, kill a man? His word over the evidence he has in his hands? No, they would not, nobody with a brain would. He certainly wouldn’t. Who would?

Izuku looks among the dust and the relics that remain after so long, and he doubts. Himself… other people… the world. He doubts that there will be an end that does not finish with himself in chains for something he has never done. Never will do - hopes he never will do.

Izuku looks and searches, be he never finds. Never finds an exact solution, never finds exact proof. He’s never able to find what he is searching for, and it’s unlikely he ever will… he wonders if he’ll be able to reach anything as he is. As he will be. Izuku can only hope… or he’s destined to stay with The Place of Things Left Behind. And as he is now, Izuku cannot bring himself to let that part of him go. 

Izuku moves through the dust, through the relics of the past, uncovering pieces and parts unknown to him, but still. He cannot find it. He dusts off the books, flips through the papers, rifles through the folders. And yet… he can’t find what he is looking for. 

But then, can the past ever truly provide a straight answer for the present? Izuku is unsure, but he has found clues, bits and pieces that lead him down a path to the future. Thus, he follows where it leads, because the possibility of it being correct is good enough for him sometimes. 

Sometimes, certainty is far from his mind when he follows a road of ash and dust. Sometimes, things that are left behind and long forgotten are the best places to hide your secrets. The ash and the dust certainly cannot tell a soul other than the one that disturbs them, and the one that disturbs them scatters that secret to the winds. 

Izuku doesn’t need the ash and the dust on the documents to hide his secret. He doesn’t need to hide it at all when he is one of two that knows it, and the other is the true killer who thinks that they have gotten away with their crime and thus has no reason to tell. Right? 

Nobody has any reason to tell… but the secrets will all come out eventually and Izuku knows that the truth will be found. Izuku will make sure that the truth is found. He will… He must. For this has taken his body, his mind and his soul, and Izuku shall not rest until the deed is done. 

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